Chapter 3

'Lima Cemetery'

The words on the sign leapt out at Blaine as he drove past it and into the small car park. He pulled his car up into a space and put it into park. Once the car was off he put his head onto the steering wheel and let out a shaky breath. A few tears escaped his eyes and coursed their way down his face. He sniffed before scrubbing at his eyes, trying to pull himself together. As the sobs overtook him, he didn't hear his car door open, nor did he notice the figure next to him until a gentle hand was placed delicately on his shoulder. He jumped and whipped his head round to meet the sorrow filled eyes of Quinn Fabray, a small, sad smile on her face as she gently pulled him out of the car, before wrapping her arms tightly around him, letting him cry into her shoulder.

After a few minutes, Blaine's tears slowed and he looked up to meet Quinn's eyes once again. He noticed a few tears had silently rolled down her face, and he reached up to softly wipe them away before looking over her shoulder to the group of people huddled a short distance from them. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment, before opening them and scanning the group, taking in every person who had been so important to Kurt, his Family. Finn, whose eyes were red and swollen, as he hugged Rachel tightly as she clung to him, tears streaming down her face; Sam, who stood next to them, a blank expression on his face as he made eye contact with his girlfriend from where she stood next to Blaine; Tina and Mike, who were in a similar situation to Finn and Rachel, as Tina held onto Mike as she sobbed into his shoulder; Artie, who sat in his wheelchair, hands clasped tightly in his lap, his head bowed as a few tears dripped from his nose; behind him stood Brittany and Santana, pinkies linked, Brittany with her head on Santana's shoulder, a sad, but confused expression on her usually happy features; Puck and Lauren, uncharacteristically quiet, stood hand in hand, eyes misty and puffy; Mr Schue, and Miss Pillsbury were stood slightly apart from the group of teenagers, both with slightly red eyes, Will with a comforting arm round Emma's shoulders; Burt and Carole, who stood on the other side of the group, Carole's arms tight around Burt as his heart breaking sobs echoed round the car park, the pain of losing his son clear in his face; and finally, his gaze met Mercedes, who was the only one of the group with a dry face, the only sign that something was wrong was her slightly blood shot eyes. She slowly broke off from the group and headed over to where he still stood with Quinn. She carefully reached out her slightly trembling hand and clasped his firmly; they both gazed into each other's eyes, and silently confirmed that they would both be there for each other through this. He felt Quinn's hand silently slip into his, and they all took deep breaths before walking toward the group in front of them, who turned quietly and headed into the graveyard, Burt and Carole, tears still streaming down their faces, led the procession, as Blaine, Mercedes and Quinn, still hand in hand, followed silently after everyone else.

A slow walk down the winding path later, and the group stopped under the shade of a large oak tree. Under the tree were two grave stones. The slightly older one on the left read:

Elizabeth Claire Hummel

12th June 1970 – 16th August 2002

Loving Wife and Mother

Taken to soon

Blaine's eyes briefly scanned the stone before his gaze moved to the right, to the much newer stone that had everyone's attention. The engraving read:

Kurt Elizabeth Hummel

20th May 1994 – 26th June 2011

Loving Son, Brother, Friend and Boyfriend

You Were Only Waiting For This Moment To Be Free

Blaine's breath caught in his throat as he read the stone, his heart clenching painfully as he tried to cry, only to find that he had no tears left. Mercedes and Quinn both squeezed his hand comfortingly, and he swallowed and managed to pull himself back together. The group stood a respectful distance back as Burt and Carole made their way towards the grave. Everyone was silent as Burt gently lay down the flower in his hands before whispering some words. He bowed his head to both Kurt's and his mother's graves for a few moments, before straightening, placing his hand in Carole's, and walking slowly back toward the cars. Everyone was quiet for a moment or two, before Finn and Rachel walked slowly forwards. Blaine zoned out as everyone took their turns to walk forward and place down their flowers, before heading back to their cars. As he saw Puck and Lauren move forward, he heard Brittany's confused voice float back to him, 'San, where's Kurt? Why is everyone here except him?' He heard Santana sigh softly before turning to Brittany, 'Brit, Kurt's not coming'. 'Why?' Brittany asked 'we're here for him aren't we, that's what you said', 'Brit, Kurt's gone far away, and he's not coming back'. She sniffed slightly, a single tear forming in the corner of her eye. Brittany just stared for a second, before her lip trembled, 'I'm never gonna see my dolphin again?' she questioned, her expression begging Santana to tell her she would. Blaine saw Santana just shake her head sadly before Brittany collapsed crying on her shoulder. Blaine watched as Santana placed Brittany on Artie's lap, who had just come back from the grave, telling him to take Brittany back to the car, before she walked quickly over to the grave. He saw her expression change as she growled down at the grave, her HBIC face on. He heard the name 'Porcelain' travel back to him on the wind. He nearly yelled at her, telling her to not be so uncaring, before he saw her expression soften, the mask fell down, a sad smile slipped onto her features. Santana softly kissed her hand before placing it gently on the stone. She stood suddenly, and walked briskly away from the grave, brushing past Blaine where he stood, still hand in hand with Mercedes and Quinn. From that small moment of touch, Blaine both gave and received all the comfort he knew Santana desperately wanted to both give and take, but had long forgotten how, behind the cold mask she always wore.

Blaine was pulled out of his thoughts by the realisation that Quinn's hand had left his. He was about to protest when he realised it was her turn to place down her flower. He looked around slightly and saw that it was only him and Mercedes left, everyone else had headed back to their cars. Mercedes caught his eye, and he swallowed before nodding, taking a step forward. They both made their way into the shade of the tree. Blaine stopped a few feet away from the graves, while Mercedes carried on before kneeling in front of the grave on the right. 'Hey White Boy,' she said quietly, smiling softly, 'I miss you. I know you didn't believe in God, but I hope that you're in your own heaven, there was always someone looking out for you, even if you didn't think there was, and I hope you've found them now'. A few individual tears slipped down her cheek, but her smile kept in place as she spoke to her best friend. 'I know you're probably bored of all the attention by now, but I promise, there's just one more person left. Don't be disappointed with him if he can't really talk to you yet, this has hit him harder than any of us, he misses you so much Kurt'. She glanced back quickly to see Blaine, head bowed and shaking with sobs. 'I've got to go now, it's his turn. I miss you so much boo, I love you Kurt'. Mercedes gently touched the stone before standing and walking over to Blaine. She gently took his hand and led him forwards. He fell to his knees, dragging her down with him, and they just sat there Blaine's head on Mercedes' shoulder as he cried.

Blaine didn't know how long they had been sat there before his tears slowly stopped; he raised his head and stared at the stone in front of him. 'Hey K-kurt' he whispered, his voice catching as he spoke, 'I miss you so, so much. Why have you left me Kurt, why has this happened? We were going to do so much together; we were going to go to New York and become famous; we were going to be on Broadway.' He said, tears leaking from his eyes. He was silent for a moment before he spoke again in a small voice, 'we were going to get married and be together forever'. He heard Mercedes gasp slightly from beside him, before she put her arm around his shoulders and squeezed tightly. He looked at the flowers placed at the grave. Everyone had brought individual flowers, each one a different colour, and they were all placed a few inches away from the base of the of the grave, except for Burt's flower which was placed in between the two graves. Blaine lent forward and placed his flower, a white rose, right next to the head stone. 'This white rose signifies eternal love Kurt, I will love you forever. And this', he pulled out a small black box from his pocket, opened it and removed the object from it, placing it in the folds of the petals, 'this is the ring I was going to give you the day you died. It's a promise ring Kurt, I promise to love you forever, even though you're gone. This love is eternal Kurt.' He sighed quietly, silent for a few more moments, before he stood up, Mercedes following him from the ground. 'I love you Kurt, more than you will ever know', he said quietly to the stone, before placing his shaking hand in Mercedes' and turning with her to make their way back along the winding path.


A short distance away, a figure sat on an upper branch of a tree. He had brown, perfectly coifed hair; his pale skinned chest was bare, while he wore black skinny jeans on his long legs; and he was observing the group huddled around the two grave stones with slightly wet, blue/green eyes. But perhaps the strangest thing about this boy were the two large wings sprouting from his back. The perfectly groomed feathers were purest white, and as soft as clouds. The wings beat softly in the gentle breeze, before coming to wrap lightly around the boy. As he watched the group, he could hear the words spoken by each individual echo round his head as they spoke to the grave. Small tears started to fall as each person said their piece. As the last person steeped forwards, he felt movement beside him. He knew who it was without looking up. 'Is that him?' the newcomer asked him softly. 'Yeah mum', he whispered his reply, 'that's Blaine'. He watched as Blaine walked away; then looked down at his hand where a silver ring had appeared. 'That's the guy I love'. His mother pulled him into a hug, watching the two figures retreating from the graves, her hands moving gently through his soft hair. 'He needs you Kurt', she said quietly. 'I know', Kurt said, his voice filled with worry as he watched his best friend and his Boyfriend walk away.


A.N - I am so sorry this took so long, I'm finding it hard to work out where I want to go with this, but I'm battling through with this, because I hate stories that are just left unfinished.

This chapter actually made me cry when I wrote it, and I hope I did the characters justice in their reactions to Kurt's death.

I really don't know when I'm gonna be able to update this next. I'm going n holiday next week so I won't have internet access, although I will have my laptop so I will hopefully be able to write some more :)

Reviews are love.